"That's not what you said you'd do," the muttering one mutters.

Well, at least none of them are stupid. They're just kinda squinting at Oblivion.
"He does," Akuma chimes in.
"Well, she's our star chef," one says hesitantly, gesturing to a middle-aged woman who's standing more towards the back.

Said star chef's gaze flickers to the shadow barrier. "..."
The others are more caught by surprise.

(When you don't know how to POV them: )

Well then, due to the narrator's inabilities to POV more than one person (or just to POV at all), let's just say most of them are mortified. And more than half of them have paled already as the realization of what just happened dawned on them. And also some have screamed.
One of them takes off running. The fence isn't a tall one and he leaps over it quite easily. And a few of them seem like they're considering doing the same. In fact, quite a few have started to. 

Akuma's chuckling slightly in amusement.

The first one out manages to make it quite far. He's the one with the cell phone, which he seems to have dialed. Smart man. He's also a chef, by the way. The other ones are speared down, sometimes a bit off from where Oblivion aimed.

The cell phone clatters to the ground when the man is hit but...it isn't quite turned off. Perhaps Oblivion would notice that, perhaps he wouldn't. 

They don't respond. They focus on running. 
The muttering one is still there. When he speaks again, to Akuma, he sounds shooketh shaken, logically so. "You said...he'd swear on his honor." He swallows hard. "This is a joke! Right?" 
Akuma doesn't answer, probably too busy lifting his hand to cover his mouth and a grin. When it speaks, it speaks to Oblivion. "C'mon, let's just get to having fun. With how you do things you might just hurt her." 

Some obey. The others do not obey. 
Akuma still doesn't seem too concerned for whatever reason, but just for the sake of being somewhat helpful instead of spectating like the awful entity it is, it does launch off into the air, its movement invisible until it lands softly in between all the chefs and their intended destination(s).

"Mortals, stop being so dumb," Akuma orders them, except it sounds very bored. "You're wasting our time. Come on. Let's go. Back."
Some are still trying to run away, panicked. The narrator can't blame them. 
For some reason, Akuma finally decides to do something. Well, it just basically slides one of the waitresses into a nearby tree. Hard, of course. As in: Smashes her into the tree, of course. It doesn't even bother picking her up. As for the others, it kind of just looks at them with a bored expression, as bored as it can look with about half of its face covered, anyways.

"You'll kill them either way," the star chef tries to say calmly. With that, she turns to her coworkers. "RUN TOWARDS THE FRONT." 
"Aww." Akuma pouts a bit. "Don't be like that, miss."

The chef glares at both Akuma and Oblivion. Equality!!! Yay!!!
 

(O no Time is villain of the year)

"I think that means she doesn't like us," Akuma offers with all honesty.

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"Sure!" Akuma exclaims enthusiastically while still scrutinizing the chef.
Kudos to her, to be honest. She's glaring at a demon and a corrupted deity.
"It's so much of a hassle to even eat, to be honest," said demon adds. "How can mortals even bear it? Perhaps they deserve a bit more respect than I've accredited them."

"So if it isn't, what do I burn?" Akuma asks with a devilish grin.

"The restaurant and everything surrounding it?" Akuma says without much thought.